“We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles — we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God.

It's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior or inferior being, maybe, because we don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than we imagine.

We measure, we plot, we create wonderful new things. We are the architects of our own existence.

This is the magic we have to experience. Then we have a future.” B.B.B.

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Sometimes we need illusions to survive and we create a world that doesn´t correspond to reality. But what is actually reality? Who decides what is real and what is a dream? Is that something that needs to be confirmed by others or should we just trust our mind?

A man is lost in an abstract space. He wakes up and he is interrogated about his guiltiness. The public is part of the jury. Are we ready to judge him?

We need to stay in a comfortable space. We are scared to go out of that.

We have fear. We want security. We escape in our mental constructions and we finally find ourselves again.

“We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles — we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God.

It's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior or inferior being, maybe, because we don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than we imagine.

We measure, we plot, we create wonderful new things. We are the architects of our own existence.

This is the magic we have to experience. Then we have a future.” B.B.B.